tired of the same fanfics so ideas fill free to add are ask.

Angie, a talented yet boastful writer has experienced the most painful insult for writers- rejection of her manuscript by a publishing house. 

A strange kid lead her to a bookstore which she has never seen in her life. 

Then Titus, the God of pens and writers gave her an extralimited item that will help her in gaining followers and fame. 
With her awesomeness and power, she will beat everyone and become the best!

It had been one year and two months since Yu Jung-Hyeok had left on his journey.
The speed of the manuscript being updated started slowing down around the time the third part was nearing completion. Even though the manuscript was still being compiled diligently, there were just too many voids yet to be filled up.
As the chapter number got higher and higher, stories Han Su-Yeong didn't know of seemed to also increase in number, as well.
"This might prove to be helpful, at least by a little bit," said Aileen.
If she didn't extract Fable fragments from the sleeping Kim Dok-Ja, the work on the manuscript would've slowed down even further.

[Fable fragment, 'Great adventure in the Dark Castle', has been successfully extracted.]

[Fable fragment, 'Memories of 1863rd regression turn', has been successfully extracted.]

[Fable fragment, 'Gourmet Association Story', has been successfully extracted.]

These fragments were stories too small to become Fables. Han Su-Yeong read these fragments and filled in the previously-lacking inside of Kim Dok-Ja. Even then, far too many parts remained empty. She didn't try to forcibly fill those voids, however.

[Your Incarnation has logged into the 'Cloud System'.]

Yu Sang-Ah asked. "It looks like Jung-Hyeok-ssi is doing well."
"Well, he's probably busy scaring the living daylights out of the poor webnovel authors," replied Ham Su-Yeong.
"I'm curious about what other authors are like. Surely, not everyone is like you, Su-Yeong-ssi?"
"Well, no, not everyone's like... Hey, did you come here just to grind my gears?"
"The author in question may not even be a person when I think about it. It could be a highly-developed AI, or...."
Han Su-Yeong reluctantly nodded her head. Indeed, the universe was vast and lots of writers existed out there. And also, writers who got a beating from Yu Jung-Hyeok should be plenty, too.
In any case – judging from how timely the revised manuscript was being downloaded, that dude must've been doing his job properly so far.
But then...

[Your Incarnation is revising the manuscript you have written.]

"....What??"

*

[….Captain, what are you doing??]
"I'm fixing the incorrect portion."
Yu Jung-Hyeok was in the midst of revising the updated file in real-time while logging into the [Cloud System]. Originally, it was impossible for an Incarnation like him to revise a file updated to the [Cloud System], but...

[Your attribute's effects are activating.]

[You can now revise the 'Cloud System's' manuscript.]

[Revision of the already recorded contents requires a great amount of Probability!]

But, it became possible to do so from some time ago. He couldn't quite remember just when it started, but it might have been when the attribute related to writing sleeping inside him began manifesting its powers. Maybe it had bloomed into life after acquiring the Fables of the 'Outer Gods'.
[….Won't Han Su-Yeong get really angry?]
"Even if it's her, she wouldn't have known every story there is. Some parts especially were in a total mess."
While saying that, Yu Jung-Hyeok tapped away on the holographic keyboard. Biyu seemed rather impressed by this scene and spoke up.
[Oh... Captain, your grammar is better than I thought! Since you liked swinging swords around every single day, I figured you wouldn't even know the difference between a knight and a night but this....]
It was right at that moment that Yu Jung-Hyeok's cursor suddenly began jumping around all on its own.

[Constellation, 'Architect of the False Last Act', has revised the latest file.]

Strange words were suddenly typed over the space where Yu Jung-Hyeok's cursor had been just now.
⸢Hey, you just messed with my manuscript, didn't you?! Do you really want to die that badly??⸥
….So, there was such a way to communicate with her, then.
Yu Jung-Hyeok calmly typed the following sentence.
⸢This is because you failed to store the manuscript properly.⸥
⸢What bulldust are you spewing now??⸥
⸢There were incorrect parts in the manuscript. I've left my opinions on the file, so confirm them yourself.⸥
After typing that, Yu Jung-Hyeok took another look at the parts he had changed.
⸢Yi Gil-Yeong wearing the black coat looked down arrogantly at the world with his star-like sparkling eyes and spoke up. "Hey, you sooty bastard. You're so weak." – Do you really think this part even makes any sense?⸥
⸢Yi Ji-Hye emitting noble ripples of energy like rushing torrents of a massive river began swinging her sword. "Water the Sky Sword Door, True Body Deep Righteousness Slash Technique, Water the Sky Destroy the Emperor Slash!!" – There is no such sword technique in the Breaking the Sky Swordsmanship. Also, all the Hanja letters are incorrect.⸥
Han Su-Yeong was silent for a moment there.
⸢....What the hell, I don't remember ever typing these sentences before? Wait, these haven't been published yet, right?⸥
⸢There are still some time left until the update, so fix them quickly.⸥
Yu Jung-Hyeok could pretty much figure out what happened here.
⸢Seriously, those two... With my notebook PC....⸥
Undoubtedly, Yi Gil-Yeong and Yi Ji-Hye must've changed the scheduled update file without Han Su-Yeong's knowledge.
Biyu observed the sentences hurriedly being revised before their very eyes and spoke up. [Looks like you two have become quite close.]
"We're merely communicating like this for the purpose of the mission."
Judging from how the revised version continued to be updated, Han Su-Yeong must've been hard at work trying to reconstruct Kim Dok-Ja's story in the most preserved, complete state.
This novel would become divorced from the reality they had to live through when more and more parts of it were filled up via dramatisation or imagination. As their goal was to recover Kim Dok-Ja, this story had to reflect the reality they had lived in.
[As long as this is a story, it's impossible to perfectly recreate something. Every story would be distorted by the narrator, after all.]
"I'm aware of that. It'd be the same even if Kim Dok-Ja himself personally wrote it."
Yu Jung-Hyeok thought about something related to that for a moment or two. If it was impossible to restore the complete 'Kim Dok-Ja' no matter which story you wrote, then just what was the existence called 'Kim Dok-Ja', in the first place?
Yu Jung-Hyeok shook his head.
Back then or even now, no one could know that. Well, no one in this world knew who they were exactly, after all.
He looked at Han Su-Yeong's manuscript. Those who had forgotten about themselves were probably reading her work right about now. They should be reading this sentence over here, then afterwards, read the one over there next.
What Yu Jung-Hyeok and Han Su-Yeong wished from them was just one thing – wishing for a 'happy ending' that they didn't know to become real within someone's imagination.
Wishing for the world they had never witnessed before to safely exist somewhere out there in this universe.

[Constellation, 'Architect of the False Last Act', has revised the latest file.]

⸢By the way, Yu Jung-Hyeok? Just how many years have you been wandering....⸥

[Error has occurred in the 'Cloud System' due to incorrect usage!]

[Due to the storm of Probability's aftermath, the Stigma will temporarily shut down.]

It seemed that using the manuscript in this fashion was pushing it a little too far.
Yu Jung-Hyeok slowly raised his head and looked at his face reflected on the ark's window. He could see subtle little premature grey hair spots here and there on his head.
[Captain, it's not even 100 years yet.]
"I'm aware."
[The time moves really slowly, doesn't it?]
Her voice passing them by indifferently caused Yu Jung-Hyeok to falter just a little. Biyu still in the form of little furball was staring at the passing scenery of the Dark Stratum outside with an unreadable expression on her face. Suddenly, he became conscious of her being Shin Yu-Seung in her previous life once more.
⸢"Did you know, captain? Did you know that I had to endure incredibly difficult years so that I can grant your request?"⸥
She was an existence who had to wander the world-lines as a lost, forgotten being for thousands of years just to pass on the information to the past regression.
Yu Jung-Hyeok's lips parted and closed several times. He eventually managed to squeeze some words out. "....It must've been difficult."
[Right. It was really tough. I resented you a lot too, captain.]
The disaster of flood, Shin Yu-Seung. The Dokkaebi King Biyu used to have such a name once upon a time.
[Still, these days I feel relieved to have reincarnated. Because, I got to keep the promise I made with you back then.]
"The promise?"
[Back when I was still Shin Yu-Seung, you promised me this, captain. You said, we'd go on a trip together after the scenario comes to an end.]
While listening to Biyu's voice continue on, he began digging through 41st turn's memories. Maybe it was due to the memories given to him by the Secretive Plotter, he could just about barely recall some things about that day. Shin Yu-Seung, talking to him about what she wanted to do after the scenario had ended.
The 41st turn's Yu Jung-Hyeok couldn't keep that promise.
⸢"Shin Yu-Seung, you're the last one."⸥
His companions died one by one, and during the final moments, he sent Shin Yu-Seung away to the outside of the world-line.
The memories from that day – just where did the moments from that day disappear to?
He didn't know. They could have become the 'Nameless Ones'.
"I...."
[Let me say this right now. Don't apologise. The person who should apologise, and the person that apology is intended for, they don't exist in this world anymore.]
She was right. In a way, the person saying it and the person listening right now weren't exactly the right people. Yu Jung-Hyeok had lost the 41st turn's life, and he had forgotten most of the memories from that period of history ever since Biyu reincarnated. It was now just an old story that connected them. They thought about that story for a little while.
[Shall we get going, then?]
"Alright."
All they could do for now was to complete this lengthy journey, and also, to find the suitable intermediary who could deliver their story.
"This time, the married couple writers over there look to be good candidates."
More than likely, this trip would last for much longer.
But Yu Jung-Hyeok didn't feel that was such a bad thing.

*

As the serialisation grew longer and longer in length, the number of episodes that couldn't be filled up only through Kim Dok-Ja's Fable fragments or interviewing the companions, happened more frequently.
Yi Gil-Yeong grumbled unhappily. "Can't we, like, just gloss over it like the last time?"
"Since when did I ever gloss over anything? Yi Seol-Hwa, that thing I asked you about, get it ready!"
The moment Han Su-Yeong finished saying that, Yi Seol-Hwa wheeled in a strange device with multiple suction cups connected to it into the hospital room.
Yu Sang-Ah spoke up. "....Isn't that the Fable fragment extractor?"
Yi Seol-Hwa nodded her head. "Yes. And from now on, we'll start extracting Fable fragments from everyone."
"Our Fables?"
"It's possible that you aren't remembering everything, and some could be hidden below your subconsciousness, as well. I'm sure you're all aware of it by now, but the majority of a Fable is usually accumulated within one's subconsciousness."
"Ah, but, it's kinda embarrassing... What if weird Fables suddenly pop out?"
As if she was obviously hoping for that, Han Su-Yeong cut in with an evil-sounding voice. "Hey, Yi Gil-Yeong, Yi Ji-Hye. You two go first."
That caused the duo being called out to back away while hesitating somewhat.
"Argh, why should I? We already told you everything we know, you know? Right, noona?"
"Of course, of course!"
Completely disregarding whether they did that or not, Han Su-Yeong grabbed and shoved them down on some chairs, before placing the suction cups on the duo's heads.
Yi Gil-Yeong freaked out. "Ahhh? That feels super weird, you know! Feels like you're putting a plunger on my head!"
Tsu-chuchuchu!
"Euh-hihiheek?!"

['Yi Gil-Yeong's' complete Fable has been extracted!]

[Fable, 'Demon King Fanatic', has started singing.]

⸢"Oh, oh~ Dok-Ja hyung said this~ back then...."⸥
"I knew it. Even the name of the Fable has 'Fanatic' in it."
Yi Gil-Yeong didn't say anything as he slumped on the seat. Han Su-Yeong narrowed her eyes and glared at the boy, before shifting her glare over to Yi Ji-Hye next. With excellent timing, that girl's Fable had just been extracted, as well.

['Yi Ji-Hye's' Fable fragment has been extracted!]

[Fable fragment, 'Natural-born Bender of Facts', has begun its storytelling!]

"Oh, my? Hey, why don't you write the novel instead of me?"
Yi Ji-Hye avoided meeting Han Su-Yeong's glare and whistled nervously.
"You two, touch my manuscript again, and Imma kill you dead. You hear me?"
"....We won't."
"Fine. As for the others...."
Han Su-Yeong shook her head grandly and while holding a suction cup, she turned around – only for Jeong Hui-Won carrying a mischievous expression to plonk a suction cup on the former's head first.
"Ah?! What the hell! Take it off! Right now!"

['Han Su-Yeong's' Fable fragment has been extracted!]

[Fable fragment, 'Memories of a Lemon Candy', has begun its storytelling.]

⸢"By the way, I've been sucking on that, you know?"
"Okay. So?"
"....You can be so boring sometimes. You know that?"⸥
Jeong Hui-Won spoke up in a teasing tone of voice. "Oh-hoh, would you look at that? Our dear author-nim, why did she omit such a delicious scene from the main story, I wonder?"
"......."
"Sang-Ah-ssi, let's try it out ourselves. We need to extract ours quickly so that our dear author-nim can finish her manuscript."
While Han Su-Yeong was angrily gnashing her teeth, the rest of the companions put the suction cups on and started with their Fable fragment extraction.

['Yu Sang-Ah's' Fable fragment has been extracted!]

[Fable fragment, 'Hard work, sincerity, patience', has been extracted.]

"....What the?? Was that your family motto?"
"Everyone should learn from Yu Sang-Ah-ssi's example."

[Additional Fable fragment has been extracted from 'Yu Sang-Ah'.]

[Fable fragment, 'Memories of their first sharp, cold hand-holding', has been extracted!]

Eyes of Jeong Hui-Won confirming that Fable gleamed a little. It was a Fable she also knew, that's why. However, there were some people here who didn't know what it was about.
Han Su-Yeong asked. "What's this? You held Kim Dok-Ja's hand before?"
"Mm~. I've completely forgotten about it. There was something like that, wasn't there."
"Why did you hold his hand?"
"Are you curious?"
"I need to write the novel, so hurry up and spit it out!"
Next to the duo, Jeong Hui-Won wearing the suction cup on her head smiled at them. "Hey, Han Su-Yeong. It's not that strange for close comrades to hold each other's hands, right? Why do you react so...."

['Jeong Hui-Won's' Fable fragment has been extracted!]

[Fable fragment, 'I've seen the Demon King of Salvation's Black Flame Dragon', has been extracted.]

Han Su-Yeong narrowed her eyes. "Oh, so really close comrades can show each other stuff like that too?"
"Hahaha... Well, I think this device has developed some kind of an error."

['Yi Hyeon-Seong's' Fable fragment has been extracted!]

[Fable fragment, 'I've seen the Demon King of Salvation's Black Flame Dragon', has been extracted!]

Jeong Hui-Won asked, utterly taken back. "Hyeon-Seong-ssi? Why do you also have that Fable?"
"Hui-Won-ssi, have you forgotten? We saw it together, didn't we?"
"What is it, what is it? What did you two see together??"
When Jang Ha-Yeong began her nagging, Jeong Hui-Won faltered a bit and started mumbling away about some random stuff in a clearly troubled tone of voice.
While the intense scrutiny was focused elsewhere, Han Su-Yeong sneakily left her spot and approached the Fable extractor. For some reason, she seemed deeply anxious. She alternated her gaze between the companions and the extractor with a complicated expression, before cautiously extending her finger towards the device's power button.
Jeong Hui-Won belatedly discovered that sight and cried out. "Han Su-Yeong, what are you doing?! You better listen well now so you don't get things mixed up la...."

[Analysis on the additional Fable fragment of 'Han Su-Yeong' has been completed.]

[Fable fragment, 'I burst Demon King's Black Flame Dragon by mista....]

Almost at the same time, Han Su-Yeong switched the device off.

*

⸢"Okay, so. The attack from Jeon Woo-Chi flew into.... my 'that place', is that it?"⸥
While belatedly typing up the additional contents for the first part, Han Su-Yeong softly grumbled to herself. "Dammit, what a weird event that was."
Her strange-sounding Fable almost got discovered by the companions.
In any case, she got to write the manuscript largely trouble-free all thanks to extracting Fable fragments from the companions.
Here was a novel she wrote while using the definite information as her foundation while omitting those parts she didn't know of. At this point, she wasn't even sure whether to call this a novel or an essay.
"Fuu...."
As the work inched closer to the latter half, the shades of pain began creeping up on the companions' expressions. The memories of their happier times would eventually end up as the conclusion they had to face.
An ending where all of their effort had turned into nothing more than bubbles, and Kim Dok-Ja failing to return to their side.
Yi Gil-Yeong asked. "....What meaning is there in writing a tragedy like this?"
"There is some."
They might have failed in changing anything, but that didn't mean they had given up.
That fact alone was enough to console someone. Even if that someone happened to be themselves.
And so, around the time when another eight months had gone by, Han Su-Yeong managed to write her way past the fourth and fifth part to reach the epilogue. And as the feelings of liberation and heightened excitement enveloped her, she began to work on the final part of the manuscript.

[The applicable world-line's system has reached the limits of its senescence.]

It was also then that something no one could have foreseen happened.

[Every system in the applicable world-line is entering the extinction phase.]

"....What?!"

[Stigma, 'Cloud System', has ceased to function.]


<Epilogue 5. The Eternity and Epilogue (5)> Fin.

Only I know the end of this world.
One day our MC finds himself stuck in the world of his favorite webnovel. What does he do to survive? It is a world struck by catastrophe and danger all around.
His edge? He knows the plot of the story to end. Because he was the sole reader that stuck with it. Read his story to see how he survives!

[NOTE: Paragraphs written between two (*) are third person narrative. The narrative starts before the space after the (*), and ends at the (*) before the space.]

I opened my eyes from a dreamless slumber, as the sun behind me from my window woke me up. I can feel my back getting a little wet with sweat. It is summer, so the sun is warm. My eyelashes against my hair is making my eyes irritated, and some of it even went between my lips. 

I saw the room as it was lit up by the invading sunlight, papers and bottles scattered throughout the place that I never cared to clean them, because of how scarce my time is. My posters of Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, and Bridge to Terabithia lined up on the walls. Even though I am Japanese, I read a lot of untranslated English books. Because you can sum up my life as a life full of books. I've read hundreds of books since I was a child.

I sat up on my bed and thought about this day as another day.

Another day in this body. 

A paper thin body. 

Thin enough to be satisfied by bits of food. 

Food not from my chosen profession.

But from a part-time job.

I faced at the mirror and looked at my body. It is very thin indeed. I am not at least concerned on how I look, for it doesn't matter for me. How I look doesn't affect my writing. My vision is blurry, because I needed glasses to see, but it is fine. I am still inside my familiar home. I don't need to see to find things, but memory of where I put them as they are. 

I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I put just enough to toothpaste on the toothbrush so that it could last me for a few more days. It was minty and fresh. I looked at the mirror on the sink. Damn, I look horrible. 

After I finished with it, I always comb my hair before I went to shower, because mom said that the hair is weak when wet. Combing the hair after a bath will destroy it. I always kept doing it that way, and I should tell you that my hair is the only thing that's been taken care of in this apartment. We had this family tradition of taking a good care of the hair. She even sends me shampoos and hair products to keep my hair healthy. 

I went to have a shower. It is very refreshing, and I didn't need to worry about the water being cold, for it is summer. God bless summer. I stayed there for a while after I finished putting shampoo and stuff. I don't know why, but the splashing sounds, and the flowing water on my skin makes me feel relaxed. After that, I used other hair products for my hair.

I changed into my strap and shorts so that I could get started writing a new light novel story.

I wonder if something changes. 

A change that will change my life. 

A life of repeating a day like this. 

That makes me feel like I am trapped in an endless loop of time. 

I want something to change. 

I went to the fridge to get some apple. One is enough to fill my stomach for a day. I know it's unhealthy kind of diet, but I have no choice, because I have a rent to worry about. Thinking of that, I need to work on my new story now, so I pulled a piece of A4 paper from inside the drawer of my desk, and put on my glasses. 

I am really particular about the time, so I always check it whenever I get the chance. In that way, I can be more productive. I looked at my phone, and it is 10:36 am of July 20, 2019, so I got no time to waste. I started writing. 

I don't have galleries of my friends, but only a gallery of rejected manuscripts in the shelf beside me at the right. These manuscripts were rejected only because the publisher said that I don't understand the feelings of my characters so it makes the story unnatural. 

I don't have many friends since I was a child. All I ever had was my books. Most of the time, I would sit on a bench under a tree, and away from the other kids so that I could read my book in peace. I even doubt that my classmates even remember me. 

I am amazed by the world the writers create with their imagination, and how they stir up the emotions of the readers, even if they are just written characters on a piece of paper. It inspired me to write my own story to share the wonders of fiction. 

My mother realized this, and she believed in me without a second thought. She believed that I could become a great writer someday, and that I could do great things. She gave me a big book on my 8th birthday. Tokugawa Ieyasu - the longest Japanese novel ever written in one book. I loved it, and that was the day that I decided to make her proud.

My mother and me were left by my father after he passed away when I was only two years old. I only heard stories about him from my mother, and she told every story like he never died. I know it was hard for her to raise me alone, but she didn't give up to stop my uncle interfering with my life. She said that my uncle who is her older brother is now the head of the family that owns a great area of rice fields. Arranged marriages were a thing in her family. It's even a reason why she escaped from them and lived with my father, in Chiba. She's afraid that I will not be free to choose who I loved if I stayed there with uncle. 

I am finished with my new story, and I see that it is already 3:10 pm. It is time to take this manuscript to the publishing company. I changed into my "going out" clothes - which is simply a summer sweater and a loose jeans. I don't like showing my skin, because it is embarrassing, even if it is summer. 

I went out with my manuscript inside my cheap, brown handbag. Then there were three women at the balcony of the open corridors of the apartment. They were looking at the view of Tokyo from the this floor. They are at the far right, but I could tell what they are whispering about. I acted like I didn't hear. 

"Here comes the cave woman," one of them whispered while I locked my door. They laughed softly. This happens every morning that I got used to it eventually. I don't bother to confront them as much as I hate it, unless they touch me. 

I went to climb down the stairs, because I feel uncomfortable taking the elevator with other people. I am living in the 8th floor of this building, so it's quite tiresome when going up. 

On the train station, that is a ten minute walk from my apartment, I went through one of the gates with my IC card. Then I fell in line behind the people who are waiting for the next train. 

I am passing this manuscript to a publishing company where all of my friends work (two of them, to be exact).

A train arrived and we entered, and a lot of people went out of the cabs. After that, we entered and luckily, I found an empty seat at the left side of the train, just near the door. 

I spent my time reading a light novel I bought yesterday. After a couple of minutes, I finally arrived at the train station I am getting off. Now, it is just a twenty minute walk to the publishing company. 

I saw the building, where it was based. It is averagely beautiful like the rest of the buildings here in Tokyo. I went to the entrance, and there was a guard walking around the area it is located. 

"Good afternoon, Matsuno-san!" I greeted him, while bowing. He is one of my friends in this building. I always have to pass by him everyday I went here. He is a man near the retiring age, but he was kind and always radiant because of his smile, as much as he loves his job very much. 

"Oh," he smiled at me. "Good afternoon to you too, Hattori-chan." 

I stopped for a minute for a chat. It wouldn't hurt if only just for a minute. "How's your daughter doing in school?" I asked. 

"She's doing great. And how about you? Did you finish another story?"

"Yes, I am about to hand it over."

"Good," he smiled. "Good luck, and do your best! May your work be published."

I bowed down once more and said, "Thank you, I'll do my best."

I went inside, and to the elevator. I don't like it, but I have to, so I could pass my work in schedule. My other friend is Takeda that I've known since high school. He works here as a copy editor. I always hand my manuscripts to him so he could make the leading editor check it out. I always crossed my fingers, wishing that this time I will get published. I crossed my fingers a hundred times, but none of my stories were published. I feel heavy inside everytime I do this. I would've given up a long time ago, but that's not me. I don't break a promise. 

The door of the elevator opened and I did the proper etiquette in elevators. I felt relieved after I went out. It was really uncomfortable for me even if I do it everyday. 

*
A man standing up while reading a piece of paper in his office. The whole office was full of papers and books of different kinds. There are many notes posted on the walls, and the computer is still running. The man looked serious about his work, and shows his dedication for it. He adjusts his glasses everytime it slips while reading. 

"Takeda-kun," said someone from the other side of his small office. Takeda is the name of the man holding a paper, and he stopped what he's doing. "Hattori-chan is looking for you." He pulled a munscript from the shelf. "How long are you gonna keep her waiting?" Suddenly, he put up a smile, and went to the door. 

"Right, right," he said. 

"Waiting for you to ask her out?" said the man and laughed. 

"Oh, just shut up."

He opened it and saw Hattori brushing her hair over her left ear while looking to the side. She was startled that her glasses slipped, so she fixed it and put up a smile. while looking at Takeda. 

Takeda thought: "So cute..."

"Good afternoon, Takeda-kun," she said. "May I give my manuscript?"

He smiled and said, "Ah, of course."

"I hope I am not interrupting anything," she said while leaning to see what's going on inside. 

Takeda takes the manuscript. "Don't be like that, Hattori-chan. We've been friends for a long time. I will never hesitate to help you."

"Oh, uhh... Thank you so much, Takeda-kun."

"Don't mention it."

"Hey, TAKEDA!" said an angry woman who seems to be the boss. "No slacking off!"

He looked nervous as he answered while turning his whole body back to the office. "Yes, I'm sorry. I'll get back to work as soon as possible, Miyashita-sensei!"

"Stop being so noisy, Takeda-kun!" said a random officemate.

"I'm sorry!"

He hands her over a different manuscript while smiling nervously. He closes the door slowly and said, "I'll see you later, bye..."

"I'm sorry," she whispered. 

"Okay."

Finally, the door closed. 
*

I really got him into a trouble. I feel guilty about it.

I looked at the manuscript he gave me.

"Welcome to the collection," I said to the it.

I don't know why I keep storing them, but I felt bad when thinking of throwing them away.

"Still not giving up," I said to myself, while crossing my fingers. 

I went home after that, and it is already dusk when I came back, because I took some time to think about another story by walking slowly. I entered my apartment, and I saw my cat. I didn't see him this morning, because he goes out sometimes through the window at the kitchen. I specifically chose this apartment so that I could keep him. Meet Akihiko, my beloved cat. He rubbed his head against my foot. I carried him up like a baby - because that's what he wants. 

He is a cat that I just found in the streets years ago, when I was still studying in college. major in creative writing. I love cats, but my mother didn't let me have one, so I decided that I will have a cat as soon as I start living alone. I thought about what kind of breed I will get, but then I saw him. He was just a little kitten back then. He was so thin and dirty, and when I took him home, I washed and fed him. His beautiful grey fur showed. 

I lied down my bed after changing my clothes, and looked up to the ceiling, while Akihiko slept on the bed. I thought about my lacking. My characters don't decide like real human beings. That's because I isolated myself from other people so I didn't have the chance to observe their actual behavior. I kind of regret that. I wish I knew earlier that writing isn't just learning from books. I have to do something about it. 

But it is time for work. 

I stood up and I realized I am shedding a tear. I didn't yawn or anything, but I definitely felt disappointed. I wiped it and went to change into my working clothes.

Hattori, a girl that aspires to have one of her light novels to be published. Her dull life where nothing ever happens changed after she met and fell in love with Ishida. However, her dreams to become a published author depends on her relationship with her childhood friend, Takeda who always have been with her and loves her. 

What will she choose? A life with her dreams or a life with her love?

editor's council, City A, inside the tall skyscraper.

editors council is a place where writers come to get their book published, here the reviewing staff members read the manuscript and write an overall opinion about it. this review will be sent to the head editor who will arrange a meeting with the book publishers and discuss with them about the book. if someone was interested they would immediately contact the writer to inform them. if one or more book publishers want the book then the writers get to choose. this type of system was very beneficial to new writers.

Here Belle was waiting for her appointment with the head editor near the reception. She wondered why everyone was looking at her weirdly. she looked at herself, there was nothing wrong with the dress or the shoes, nor the hair. She was confused but soon put it aside as the receptionist called her name.

she walked in confidently as people watched her. they were looking at her because they never saw someone as beautiful as her, at the editor's council. although Belle stayed indoor's more, she was quite a beauty, which she never really paid attention to.

belle knocked on the door before entering into the office. her sight was greeted by a tall man in his mid 30's. she greeted him with a smile and shook his hand. he asked her to take her seat which she did. she opened one of her files and gave it to him who nodded at her to start.

"well, I am a writer. I love to write novels. this is my first work so I wanted to see if it is eligible for publishing. this story is based on a girl who time travels back to her teens. it is a complicated yet heartrending story." she concluded while the person nodded his head again and messaged his PA. 

" give this to the reviewing department," he said and turned to belle. he smiled at her.

"We would review the book and inform you if anyone is interested in publishing it or not. please rest assured, we will take care of everything," he said shaking her hand as she muttered a thank you and walked out from there.

"ok, that went well," she said to herself as she smiled at the receptionist who gave her the form which consists of her detials and contact info. she filled the form and gave it back to the recepetionist.

after coming out belle took a deep breath, finally, she was one step close to fulfilling her wish. Belle smiled widely as her eyes twinkled under the sun. she felt so light. she was so happy and hence she took a detour to the Ice and cakes shop and ordered some pastries and their favorite chocolate icecream.

Belle reached home to see Lara watching the TV while eating chips. Strangely her nose caught a burnt smell from the kitchen. she walked towards it to see utensils here and there. and in the sink, there was an unidentified blackish mass which she swears is Lara's work. 

she immediately went out to see Lara now near the door wearing her shoes. thank god they were boots since it takes a long time to wear them. Lara smiled at her. 

"My darling where do you think you are going," she asked cracking her knuckles while Lara smiled sheepishly and turned around to run when Belle caught her collar and pulled her inside. 

" Lara what the hell were you thinking before touching my kitchen," she shouted as she was very possessive about her kitchen. 

"About how to make noodles with water." she said innocently which earned her a slap on her shoulder. Lara pouted rubbing her shoulder.

"I was hungry love," she said pouting while Belle sighed and rubbed her head. 

"you are really lucky this time cause i am really happy i will excuse you this once." she said while Lara squealed and hugged her tightly. 

"ok fine, i bought some cakes. do you want to eat." she asked while putting some of the clean utensiles in their places. while Lara made a sad face.

"Belle, baby, Dad called me. i need to go to the company. i will try to come as soon as possible ok." she said while belle nodded her head.

"its ok Lara, here take these with you, eat it in your way. eating chips is not good for your health." she handed some of Lara's favourite cakes and went back to washing.

"thank you love, you are the best." she said and back hugged her before running off. Belle sighed and started cleaning her kitchen and finally after completeing her work, she sat down to eat her ice cream.

she suddenely felt free, now that her novel was complete. she didnt have anything else to do. so she chose to wander around in the net. 

"wow, when was the last time i checked my email." she thought as she looked at the number of junk mails. she busied herself in deleting the messages. when one caught her attention.

from: xxxxx@gmail.com

to: XXXX@gmail.com

subject: hey this is Liam Parker, from XXX highschool batch 20xx to 20xx. i would like to invite you to our school's reunion on xx/xx. you can bring your family too if you want to. and it would be a good chance for everyone to meet. 

hope to see you there...
                                                                                                                              end...

"well, this." she thought. it was really unexpected reunion. she knew Liam as he was the class monitor then. but how did they find her number. maybe Lara gave it to them. she sighed as she knew she assumed it correct. 

somewhere in Carson's enterprise,

"ha-chu" sneezed Lara who was just looking through her files. looks like some one is thinking about her.

'i bet its love, awe i think she is missing me.' she thought giggling at her own childishness.

back to belle.

she was contemplating on what to do. after a lot of thinking she finally decided she would ask Lara when she comes back. 

hence deciding this, she happily went to bath and took a long shower before coming out to check if there were any messages. but sadly there were none. she convinced herself that it was because she just submitted her work today thats why.

she went towards her bed directly and jumped on it with a loud omph. how she loved her bed. she thought as she caressed it feeling its softness.

unknowingly she fell asleep in the process.

when Lara returned late in the night, she looked at the peacefully sleeping belle and smiled. How long has it been since she saw her like this. carefree. 

after moving out or practically getting kicked out, belle worked day and night doing work. after having some stable income she started writing her novel. balancing both was hard. but she never gave up. she some times only slept for few hours. but now seeing her like this made Lara's heart light. Her bestfriend wasnt this serious, but the situations she faced made her what she is today.

Lara will always be proud of her no matter what she chooses or what she does. she freshend up and slept beside Belle. it was tiring to work. she felt her muscles ache from all the typing.

she fell asleep in no time. the next day belle woke up at 7:30, she went to fresh up. after 30 minutes she came out and proceeded to wake Lara up too. today was the last day Lara will stay here. this was an agreement they made when belle first arrived here. 

flashback.

"no i wont go back. i want to stay with you belle." she said as she refused to leave the door. belle stroked her forehead in frustration.

"lara, aunty is worried about you. you need to go. at least you have a place to go back. i dont have that too." she said playing the emotional card which always worked.

"love, sorry. but please i want to stay here. please." she said making belle sigh.

"ok, how about this, you can visit me once a week." she said while lara noddoed in a no.

" ok, twice." she said while lara nodded in a now again.

"i will stay here thrice a week" she concluded glaring belle who looked as if she was about to argue.

seeing her like this she kept mum. only then did lara leave to her home.

end...

remembering this belle chuckled. lara who woke up looked at her to see her smiling at her. she raised her brow while belle nodded in a no.

" i just remembered how you used to throw a tantrum if you didnt get it." she said laughing while lara pouted.

"hey! i dont throw a tantrum" she said while belle made a cute shocked face.

"really!!!" she said as she ran away from lara who was trying to chase her. she pushed lara into the bathroom.

"get ready or else you will be late" she said laughing while lara gave her the infamous 'wait and see' look.

After the first game ended, Kimura Kazuki exited from District A of the competition venue.
He knew that it would be time for a lunch break after the first round. As the next round would only start at 1pm, he immediately went to District B to watch Harunaka's match.
The reason he joined the Jade Dragon Flag Competition was to let Harunaka lead Sakura Kyu High School to win the competition, so he should not put the cart before the horse. Although he knew he would not be able to change anything, he still felt more at ease just by watching the competition.
However, the thing that made him suspicious was that Furuhashi Sakurakyu did not come to watch her own daughter's competition. Instead, she hid in the Sun and Moon Sword to sleep, which puzzled Kimura very much.
Naturally, he did not know that Furuhashi Sakurakyu now felt pressed for time. To make her daughter pick up the motivation to learn, she recently slept during the day while appearing in her daughter's dreams at night. Moreover, she knew that if Harunaka really won the Jade Dragon Flag Competition, Harunaka would become famous in the Kendo circle. Then, Furuhashi Sakurakyu would be able to ascend to heaven.
The qualifiers in Tokyo was only held for seven days. After completing the seven-day qualifiers and having a three-day break, the qualifying teams would then join the Jade Dragon Flag Competition. The Jade Dragon Flag Competition would also go on for another seven days. In other words, the entire competition would last about 20 days.
While appearing in her daughter's dreams, Furuhashi Sakurakyu also spent half a day observing her. She discovered that Harunaka's feelings for someone were blossoming. However, she had hidden them in her heart and could not make up her mind. It appeared that Hanuraka was still shilly-shallying about her feelings.
Harunaka knew well that it was merely all in her dreams. Although she dreamt of her senior every day, she dared not face him. As the Jade Dragon Flag Competition was beginning, all her attention was on the competition. She simply had no thoughts for dating.
This made Furuhashi Sakurakyu feel very helpless...
When she appeared in the dreams, it was not an act of hypnosis. She could merely provide guidance for her daughter. Harunaka was only sixteen years old, which was an age during her adolescence. It was an age when she would overthink everything and dwell on an issue for a very long time... Regarding the home tutoring as well, she did not want to study, she wanted to help Kimura-senpai. Thus, that made her very miserable and Kimura Kazuki very unhappy while tutoring her. Added with the reality of things, she ultimately dared not face her heart's desire. After all, it was easy for a person to like someone, but falling in love would be very difficult.
Furuhashi Sakurakyu had initially intended to appear in her other daughter's dreams after she was done with Harunaka's matter. However, solving Harunaka's problems was already extremely exhausting. It seemed to be really beyond her capability.
"Kazuki!" While Kimura Kazuki was hurrying to District B, Chiba Shiori called him from behind.
Lately, Kimura Kazuki had to perform the "Vision Spell" for Chiba Shiori every three days. They had grown closer, as reflected in the intimate name she used when calling him.
For Kimura Kazuki, he had three real friends before this. They were Eguchi Keisuke, who was the Deputy Head of Department of the Sword Believers' Club, Chiba Shiori, and lastly, Nakagawa Aokiji. As the latter two had saved his life, he considered them as his friends.
The Furuhashi sisters were added to the list as they ate at the same table together every day. It would be quite difficult not to be acquainted with each other after that.
"Why are you here?" When Kimura Kazuki finished his sentence, he knew he had asked a stupid question.
"Akihide High School is also participating in the Jade Dragon Flag Competition, District A. However, Sakura Kyu High School is also in District A. It seems we won't be able to advance to the next round." However, Chiba Shiori did not feel disappointed. Akihide High School's Kendo Association was not strong, merely reaching the district qualifiers every year. As there was no hope for winning, there would be no room for disappointment.
Tamago, who was next to her, curiously observed Kimura Kazuki. She had presumed that Chiba Shiori came to cheer for her school. Apparently, it was not so. It seemed that both of them were very close as they called each other's names very intimately.
As the three of them headed toward District B, Chiba Shiori introduced Kimura Kazuki to Tamago, and they became acquainted with one another.
In no time at all, Kimura Kazuki arrived at District B. District B was the venue for the Women's Team's matches, but there were more male spectators than women in the audience. The trio found a place to sit down, but soon attracted the attention of another group. They were Natsui, Akino, and Fuyuno, who were there to cheer for their sister.
"Hey... Isn't that Senpai? Why is he here too?" Natsui looked surprised as she did not know that Kimura Kazuki had joined the Kendo Association. Harunaka had not told them about this.
They thought that Senpai was a member of the Sword Believers' Club, and it would be unlikely for him to join the Kendo Association. Although his skills in Kendo were excellent, it did not seem that Senior appeared to be interested in the Kendo competition. Otherwise, he would not be the Head of Department of the Sword Believers' Club but the Head of Department of the Kendo Association instead.
Unexpectedly, he was in the audience.
Is he here to cheer for Harunaka?
Are both of them this close already?
Natsui was green with envy. However, she did not know whether she was jealous of Senpai or Harunaka.
"Should we go over there?" Fuyuno asked as she glanced at Akino, who was playing mobile games. When she saw the two girls sitting next to Senpai, she wondered who Miss Gentera was.
"Let's go!"
Natsui and Fuyuno dragged the confused Akino and walked over to Kimura Kazuki.
"Senpai!"
When he saw that it was Natsui and the other two, Kimura Kazuki smiled and said, "Have a seat." Although he knew that the three of them were at the venue, he did not see them because they were sitting in a corner.
When the three of them moved, it attracted the attention of the boys around them.
After all, they were a set of triplets. Besides, they were so beautiful, it would be difficult for people not to notice them. The beautiful triplets ran over to sit beside Kimura Kazuki, who was already seated next to two equally mesmerizing ladies, especially Chiba Shiori. When the boys saw this, their expressions soured as they were eaten up by jealousy.
However, Kimura Kazuki remained unbothered, and his expression was unchanged. Since he had no impure thoughts, it was natural that he would not let his imagination run wild. He would not be fidgety even if he was surrounded by a group of girls. In his eyes, Shiori and the triplets were all humans who simply happened to be girls.
Since Harunaka's competition had not begun, Kimura Kazuki introduced both sides to each other.
Akino and Fuyuno were very surprised when they realized that Chiba Shiori was Miss Gentera.
Akino was exceptionally astonished... She inquired, "You are Tentacle Monster Gentera? The speed in which you update 'Loading File of Tokyo' is unbelievably fast. How do you manage to write 10,000 words a day?"
The development of Japan's light novel websites had not been long. Most of the writers who published light novels online would update one chapter every two or three days, which was already considered fast. Some would even update one chapter per week. This was actually the average number of updates as per industry standards. Everyone was very taken aback by 'Loading File Of Tokyo' that was published in 'Let's Be A Light Novelist.'
Many light novelists who published novels online were fuming with rage. Initially, they were doing fine updating one chapter per week. However, there were a lot of comments recently asking them to see the updating rate of "Loading File Of Tokyo". They were all dumbfounded upon discovering it.
Updating 10,000 words a day, this is a work of a beast, right?
They suspected that the writer had prepared the manuscript beforehand. The readers did not care about this, and they only knew that Miss Gentera produced 10,000 words a day. Can all of you scum do it?
Previously, there was no one else to compare with. However, now they know that writers were able to become a ruthless coding machine.
Chiba Shiori modestly replied, "My thinking is just sharper. Furthermore, the topic was what I'm good at, so I can write 10,000 words in three hours every night."
Is this what a human would say?


Time travelling from the majestic era after the Recuperation of Reiki, he became Kimura Kazuki, a 16-year-old high school student in Japan, one year before the Reiki Recuperation.

Tentatively, he set out to hone himself to the bone, burning candles at both ends to stockpile resources in preparation for the imminent Recuperation of Reiki. His goal was to be many steps ahead of all humanity when the time comes.

However, it seemed like fate had decided to play a cruel trick on him.

One year later, the Recuperation of Reiki... did not happen as expected.

Some of the authors on Webnovels were inspired to write their own stories after reading the works of famous authors. Perhaps some of them believed that they could do a better job. Some of them ran out of things to read, so they decided to write the "story" that they want to read. While others… just want to write a story that they think will be popular to the readers.

Ironically, the stories that they had written also inspired other readers to write their own stories as well. Hopefully, this cycle will never end. So that the future generations will be able to read new and exciting stories that will show them a world filled with sword, magic, cultivation, and Lo--

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Xandarx: There's a reason for them to be famous as they have their style

Zenith: lol.

Xandarx: You can see it from their work, it's true. Like their character has embedded into the book. This is what make them different I think.

Zenith: I know. But not everyone is as great as you show them to be. They learn from their previous works While we are still struggling to finish one.

Xandarx: Yeah, I know.

Zenith: They move on and get better that's where the difference lies. If you see any CN author who made it big, you can see that they had their share of experience before getting there, or for that matter, any author in the Western world.

Murakami: Not necessarily publishing houses only accept works they think will sell.

Zenith: The ones who get it big the first time are rare.

Murakami: So you might not see how they built up to their debut novel. Authors can have 15-20 scrapped novels b4 they debut, and the public don't get to read a single one.

Reili: Yikes.

Xandarx: Yeah.

Zenith: That doesn't make the author lose his experience of writing those scrapped novels that's the point I was making.

Murakami: But it also means that it's more like hit and miss.

Reili: True because they don't get the feedback from fans.

Murakami: They get limited feedback from an agent/editor who doesn't want to read their work.

Zenith: Yeah, but it surely is better than nothing.

Murakami: And they're left with a bunch of abstract and vague advice that they have no idea how to implement.

Reili: If they don't enjoy it, the feedback won't be as insightful.

Zenith: They can learn from their mistakes from reading their own works.

Reili: Well…

Zenith: If possible, from platforms.

Murakami: If they knew how to do that they'd fix it and publish it.

Reili: It would make the process easier if someone who enjoys the book to give them better feedback.

Zenith: It's called rewriting from scratch, and it takes a tonne of time if the author feels more interested in some other idea of his, he would do that.

Reili: I suppose so since the author being inspired will bring his book along.

VKBoy: If the ones giving review are professional editors, then they don't necessarily have to have read your work with immersion because their suggestions will still likely cover the basic flaws that amateurish writers usually make.

Reili: Point taken.

Zenith: Yeah.

Murakami: @VKBoy if they spot those errors they'll put down the manuscript after the first page

Reili: Then again, its a little bit like movie critics. They may hate the movie, but fans love it.

Zenith: Yeah.

Murakami: And then send a reply saying, "Don't send in another manuscript until you learn how to write properly."

Zenith: Professionals in the said field prefer not taking risks. Especially in movies, but books, you can keep trying.

VKBoy: Well, if there are errors in the first page itself, that's a whole different thing, lol.

Reili: True.

Murakami: No, but a good editor can tell the writing quality from just the first page even if you've crafted it perfectly, they can just tell that the rest will be shit.

Reili: You have to also take into account of one punch man. The original comic looks terrible, but the redraw made it amazing.

Zenith: That's smartness of the creator.

VKBoy: Well, in one punch man's case, it got attention from the companies after it got popular in the online communities.

Reili: So a persons writing and grammar may be terrible, but with a little editing, the story itself could be amazing.

Zenith: You can let the editor do the Shi*t and focus on your story, It works.

Overlord Venus: Yeah, solo leveling is a good example. The story is bland.

Reili: But it would also help if the author re-reads the edit to make sure the essence of their story is still there.

HavenlyJeep: Essence and core backbone.

Zenith: @Reili It depends on what the author wants, and how much work he is willing to put in.

Reili: @Zenith true.

VKBoy: Of course, some editors just butcher the style of the author.

Reili: Same but honestly I just use Grammarly and the read aloud function in word to make sure the chapter makes sense.

Zenith: You can learn about writing, grammar, editing if you truly want. It is just the question of, would you?

Reili: I'm more into thinking up ideas and writing them than editing.

VKBoy: Editing is also writing, mate. Rewriting is where real writing lies.

Zenith: It's a skill in writing a story, but your choice.

Reili: Point taken.

Murakami: You can't be a writer without being an editor.

Zenith: Editing it yourself can help you keep the heart of the story.

Reili: That being said, the more I write, the better my basic grammar became.

Zenith: You will keep the feels right.

Reili: Editing is now part of the process.

Zenith: And not make it just sound or look better, you give what the story wants
And that is a great thing.

Reili: Creative freedom.

Zenith: I want to learn grammar and revise what I learned.

VKBoy: @Zenith Learning grammar will take years, so take it slow and steady. That way, memories stick with you for longer times.

Reili: I do read mtl sometimes since I can't wait for chaps, but then I find myself reading in broken English and must stop.

Murakami: I'd like to correct that statement VKBoy. Learning grammar is easy
learning "usage" is hard.

VKBoy: lol, if you read mtl, your IQ drops. Believe me, this can affect a person's writing skill in the long run.

Reili: Definitely, which is why I stopped.

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Author's Notes

I'm sure you've read this a few times in the previous chapters, but I had been reading MTL chapters for the past few years. I usually read "Completed" stories, and most of them are around 2-4k chapters each. Of course, I read the translated chapters first. After I reach the latest translated chapter, I will immediately jump to *cough* Google Translate.

Yeah~ I know. Reading chapters through Google Translate was the most…epic mistake I did in the past. I've finished World Defying Dan God, Battle Through the Heavens uhh…and a few more novels using Google Translate.

In the later years, I discovered lnmtl.com, which gave me a better translation (at least the names of the characters are not written like Cloud Che instead of Yun Che (Against the Gods). 

To be perfectly honest, If I didn't start writing, I would have continued to read these machine translated chapters even now. Reading MTL works if English is not your first language.

This is something that those with English as their main language will scoff at. However, for those who just want to read. As in reading something without worrying about anything else, then they won't care even if it's a machine translated chapter. As long as they will be able to read the NEXT chapter, then it's all good.

This is also the reason why I admire translators. If not for them, these stories that we are not aware of will not be able to grace us with their presence. I would like to thank the translators of my favorite novels like Lord of Mysteries, Release that Witch, Against the Gods, Cultivation Chatgroup, Second Coming of Avarice, and so many other titles that I won't be able to list here.

To my beloved readers, if there will come a time when you feel like writing a story of your own and you're reading machine translated chapters, please stop now. I'm saying this for your own good. 

I understand how you feel. Believe me I do, but for the sake of the story you're going to write in the future, heed my advice. Stop now, while you still have the chance. Learning how to write from scratch with broken English is a painful process.

Then again, if you find an editor who is a masochist, consider yourself lucky. Let them clean up your mess for you, so you can focus on writing your story, and learn the art of writing while you write.

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Debbie was in high spirits that day. Scarlet didn't know why her editor was so chirpy but she smiled too.
"Oh! I see that you're finally out of the cast. How does it feel?"
The young writer laughed. "Not much different from when I'm still in a cast... I was told that I'd still need a few weeks to get used to moving around again and about a month before I can try to walk without the splint and crutches. There are physiotherapy classes that I will be attending to help with the recovery process but it feels great not having to bear the itch and not be able to scratch it."
The editor smiled and presented the girl with an envelope.
"This is...?"
Debbie grinned. "Open it."
Scarlet grabbed a letter opener and neatly ripped it open. There was a letter addressed to Scarlet and the girl looked at her teacher.
"This...?!"
Debbie couldn't keep the wide smile away from her face. "I turned it in to a friend who is a literary agent and it was well-received. Your very first writing contract, darling. Congratulations."
Scarlet didn't know how to react and cried. Sixteen is a Gang might not be her first work but in terms of growth, it marked a significant milestone for the girl who had gained not only a precious family but a very close group of friends who didn't shun her. The fact that the publishing agent who accepted the manuscript mentioned how touching the feelings of the main character moved them made Scarlet feel as if it wasn't written in vain.
The young writer had poured her feelings and the trials they'd overcome together into this make-belief world of adventure and evil adults. While the manuscript was unpolished in the eyes of the publishing agent, they were keen to sign her up for publication because of that unique perspective and Scarlet's ability to move people with her story.
"I didn't tell them your age. This meeting might have to wait until you tell the good news to Wilmer and Orita. People normally don't get their writing contracts with their second attempt. You're very talented, Scarlet. I'm hoping to see more of your future works, there's nothing much I can teach you at this moment."
Scarlet hugged Debbie and thanked her from the bottom of her heart. Being offered a writing contract meant a lot for Scarlet. It meant that she was acknowledged and more importantly, this was something she didn't accomplish using the influence of the Wilde Family's name. Could this be the way she could repay Mrs Wilde's kindness of accepting her into their family?
The good news couldn't remain a secret forever. When Alex and Jasper returned home that day, Scarlet told them the good news. One good news multiplied into two and when Mr Wilde returned home, he called for a celebration. It turned out that there was not just one simple piece of good news. They had two unexpected but dearly missed guests joining them for dinner and another two guests whom Scarlet was happy to receive.
"Mother!" the girls screamed with joy as Jenna brought the luggage up. Mrs Wilde bent down to hug her girls with Jasper awkwardly standing by Mr Wilde's side.
"Mrs Wilde," he greeted politely and offered to help Jenna.
Claire bowed with Tina and Sue behind her. The lady butler was impressed by Claire's management of the household. The head maid did a great job despite the lack of manpower. Also, due to the short notice, Jenna was expecting some difficulty in being able to accommodate such a large group. Claire didn't seem to struggle with the new guests. The dining table was quickly modified with the table extended to fit the extra people for dinner. The maids under Claire's care were also quick to whip up extra dishes and make enough food for everyone, not neglecting to add a touch of classiness to them befitting of the Wilde Family's prestige.
Alex announced that she won an art competition that she was secretly participating in and was going to have her work displayed at an exhibit. Mrs Wilde and Jenna revealed that they would be moving over to live in Singapore for a more permanent period of time from now on so that they could spend more time as a family. Jasper's parents would also visit from time to time when Mr and Mrs Wilde had to fly for business trips.
Wilmer was all smiles as well. He had received news from Benjamin earlier that afternoon that the evidence the children collected was enough to permanently ruin Cody and Larissa. The verdict will be out next week. Danny and Elfie were here to deliver news about their findings of Anastasia.
Danny smiled and congratulated the Wilde's. "I have a favour to ask."
Immediately, the joy and laughter melted into silence. The children looked at their teacher oddly. Jasper knew about Danny and Wilmer's special relationship but Scarlet and Alex were slower to catch on. Whatever favour Danny was asking for didn't feel like something a teacher and parent could easily talk about.
"I would be taking a short leave of absence from the school due to personal reasons and in that period of time, I would like to entrust my son, Elfie, in the care of your family."
Wilmer's warm expression grew cold at once. The jokes and laughter erased from his eyes. "It's about that, isn't it?"
Danny nodded. Orita didn't look pleased but her eyes softened when she saw Elfie tense up.
"You're going to be personally acting on it?" the CEO asked and Danny nodded again, not daring to meet his friend's eyes.
Wilmer's lips thinned into a line, his eyes hard. "Orita and I don't mind taking care of Elfie for you. However, I won't accept it if you don't intend to come back for him."
Elfie looked fragile at that moment and it was Alex who held the hacker's hands to comfort him. Scarlet didn't know what was going on either but she gave Elfie a small smile trying to reassure him that everything would be alright. The adults could be relied on and even if things didn't work out, Elfie still had them and a group of very reliable friends.
Danny bit the insides of his cheeks. "I'm not abandoning him, Wilmer. I didn't adopt Elfie with the intention of abandoning him. He is my son."
Orita decided that the tension was scaring the children a little too much and quickly diffused the tension by asking Jenna to bring out the alcohol to the study so the men could talk over it. At the same time, she expertly diverted the subject away from the serious discussion by asking the children how they met Elfie.
Everyone had good news to share and interesting stories to tell about their time spent together at school. When Scarlet told everyone that Debbie sent her manuscript to an agent who found a publishing house interested in contracting her book, Orita squealed like an excited schoolgirl and immediately placed the first order of five copies that she wanted Scarlet to sign.
"You need to start practising your signatures now," Alex joked and Scarlet blushed.
Elfie smiled. "What is the story about?"
The young writer launched into details about the inspiration she took and the hacker had a good laugh over some of the scenes Scarletdescribed. Scarlet's vivid imagination and good sense of humour had successfully woven the personalities of everyone in the E.C. Class into her book.
"I want to read that book, I really do. It sounds very interesting that you managed to capture everyone so accurately!" he praised.
Scarlet squirmed in her chair, embarrassed by the praises.
"That's it!" Alex declared. "I'm going to draw your first book into a comic!"
Jasper raised a brow. "Do you know how to draw digitally? I thought you were still trying to understand how paintbrushes work."
Orita laughed. "Oh, Jasper dear... there's no rush. Alex can slowly pick that up. We can employ some art teacher if she wants to speed up that process. Also, Wilmer might be planning on an internship rotation for the three of you."
That news got their attention and the heiress smiled. "Don't tell Daddy that I said this. However, Wilmer has been working hard to negotiate for the departments that would interest you most to accept you and teach you the trade. Alex will have plenty of opportunity in the future to get acquainted with digital brushes. Scarlet will have a lot of chances to learn different writing styles and the practicality of it. Jasper can discover the secrets to how money flows within an organisation."
All three children had their eyes lit up. Elfie watched them with envy. He didn't know what an internship was but it sounded fun. "Mrs Wilde, can I join them for the internship too if I'm going to be in the care of the Wilde Family for a while. I think my programming skills might come in handy. I'd also love to have a chance to study a network and create a network system set up on a large scale."
Orita looked at Jenna who bowed at the hacker. "We will do our best to make arrangements. I'm sure many of our software developers and engineers would be thrilled to meet the mastermind behind the most recent underground raids in person. We will inform Wilmer about your wishes."
Elfie was flattered. Not many people knew about his official job or talked about it apart from Danny. He knew that Danny and Wilmer were close friends but Wilmer had never once spoken about Elfie's accomplishments before.
"Underground raid?" Alex asked and Orita smiled.
"That's a secret between your daddy, mommy and Danny. Elfie is a very talented programmer and he sometimes helps adults who need his skills which is why he is often not in school. Elfie travels a lot to help others so he hardly has any time to make friends."
Alex put a finger to her lip to indicate that she understood this should not be so easily revealed to others outside of the family. Orita smiled at her daughter's simple-mindedness and gave the other two children a sideways glance. Jasper nodded slightly to indicate that he understood because his eyes were unreadable behind his hair. Scarlet met the heiress' look with her own full of acceptance but also curiosity.
Claire knew that look. There was no mistaking it. Her young mistress would definitely find a chance to catch Elfie and interrogate him for information. Who knows, this might be the content Scarlet needed for her new book.


At age 10, Scarlet Liu Xiu Wen was tested with a Mensa IQ of 156.

By age 12, she was publishing books with the pen name Permanent Frost. By age 14, she was a successful vocalist-composer in the band called Britannia. By age 16 Scarlet had a successful career as a model and actress going by the stage name of Liu Xiu Wen.

However, there was a secret that the world didn't know. Away from the limelight, Scarlet took on yet another persona online as Pirate S - the eccentric half-genius. Everyone who lurked in the forums knew her name. Known for her unusual takes on life and mostly popularly for her "Human Observation Diary" blog, Scarlet enjoys the nerd life in secret.

Human Observation Diary has always kept to a very standard format but one day, a reader pointed out that the blog has recently been differing from its usual format. Intrigued by the trigger, Scarlet investigates her latest human observation - an online NEET by the name of Jedd77.

From further interactions, Scarlet finds herself helplessly drawn to him. As their friendship develops into something more, Scarlet has to make a choice.

To give up her secrecy and allow Jedd77 to be a part of her life? Or continue the game of cat and mouse even after the face reveal.

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ISANG pangkaraniwang araw sa kanilang office, she's busy writing her story when Pipay poke her head on her cubicle.

 "Pst! Infinity! Bakit bigla kang nawala nung awards night?" Tanong nito.

 Akala niya ay nakaligtas na siya sa mata ng kaibigan. Nakalimutan niyang mahadera nga pala ng taon ang mga ito.

 "Bigla kasing sumama pakiramdam ko. Nauna na akong umuwi sa inyo." Sagot niya dito habang hindi inaalis ang tingin sa ginagawa.

 "Charot!" Biglang lumitaw sa kabilang gilid ng cubicle niya si Robin. "Huwag mo kaming lokohin, huli ka naming nakita kasayaw mo si sir Paolo. Tapos nakita namin nagwalk out ka! Taray mo mama! Si sir Paolo pa talaga ang pinag walk out-an mo!" Tatawa tawang sabi ni Robin.

 Alam ng mga ito na nag walk out siya, gusto lang ng mga itong hulihin siya sa dahilan nito. She mentally shake her head. Bakit nga ba niya naging kaibigan ang mga ito?

 "Hindi ako nag walk out." Pagsisinungaling pa din niya sa mga ito.

 "Hinahabol ka ni sir Paolo, kaso ang bilis mong maglakad." Pagmamaldita ni Pipay.

 "Baka naman namalik mata lang kayo. Hindi niya ako hinabol." Patuloy pa din siya sa pagtipa ng letra, kahit na nakailang bura na siya ng mga salita dahil hindi niya ito matama tama.

 "Tinatawag ka niya."

 Bigla siyang nahinto sa pag-type.

 "Ngayon mo sabihin na hindi ka nagwalk out."

 Nag-angat siya ng tingin, magkatabi na ang dalawa at parehong nakadungaw sa kanya. Pipay and Robin has this you can't fool us look.

 She's about to answer them with another alibi ng bigla nanamang dumating si Louise.

 "Guys! I have an announcement!" Saved by the bell.

 With her bright smile and cheerful aura. Mukang maganda ang ibabalita nito. All their attention automatically move to her.

 "This year, as you all know, we're sister company with Papers and Cones Publishing Company. And as a start the boards, together with Tatay June decided that we should have a …" Pasuspense pa ito sa pag-announce. "A team building!"

She can clearly see that Louise is happy. Syempre lahat ng kasamahan niya ay masaya din, they are all clapping their hands for too much excitement. Siya? She doesn't know, she's still numb.

"Please be ready, it will happen this Thursday to Sunday! Aalis tayo ng Wednesday night."

"Saan tayo pupunta, Louise?" Excited na tanong ni Pipay dito.

"We're going to Pangasinan!" Mas lalong natuwa ang mga ito.

"Yes! Hundred islands!" Tuwang tuwang sabi ni Robin.

"Prepare your swimsuits and bikinis, guys! We're having a blast!" Pagkatapos ay bumalik na ito sa opisina niya.

Hindi naman agad bumalik sa trabaho ang mga writers at editors. Busy na busy silang mag-kwentuhan sa nalalapit ng team building.

"Ay saktong sakto! Kakabili ko lang ng swimsuit! Magagamit ko na siya agad!" Excited na sabi ni Pipay.

"Batla! Maawa't mahabag! Baka mag-ahunan sa buhangin ang mga isda kapag nag-swimsuit ka!" Pang-aalaska naman ni Robin dito.

Nagpatuloy lang sa pag-aasaran ang dalawa. Pero maya maya lang ay napansin niya ang pagtahimik ng paligid. Hindi na sana niya ito papansinin ng maramdaman niyang may dalawang pares ng mga matang nakatingin sa kanya.

"Bakit?" Tanong niya sa mga ito. Sana naman ay nakalimutan na ng mga ito ang pang gigisa sa kanya.

"Bakit parang hindi ka excited?" Sinimangutan pa siya ni Pipay.

"Bakit? Kailangan ba?"

"Napaka KJ mo talaga Infinity Ramos! Huwag mong sabihing may balak kang hindi sumama?"

Bigla naman siyang natahimik. Nahulaan ng mga ito ang plano niya.

Mas gusto pa niyang magsulat kaysa sumama sa team building.

"Tignan mo 'tong maldita na 'to! Talagang balak mong hindi sumama?" Napalakas ang sabi ni Robin kaya napatingin sa gawi nila ang mga katrabaho.

"Ang ingay niyong dalawa! Tignan niyong ang daming naghahabol ng deadline ngayon. Sa Wednesday pa naman 'yong team building." Sita niya sa mga ito.

"Bakit? Kami din naman naghahabol sa deadline. Pero hindi naman kami KJ na kagaya mo! Ay nako Infinity! Hindi ko na talaga alam ang gagawin namin sa'yo." Naiiling na sabi nito bago tuluyang bumalik sa sarili nitong cubicle. Mukang naalala nitong may hinahabol siyang deadline.

 "Hayaan mo na 'yang si Infinity. KJ ang apelido niyan eh." Pahabol pa ni Pipay bago bumalik na din sa sarili nitong cubicle.

 Finally! Her much awaited silence!

 She's  busy typing words to her story ng bigla siyang matigilan at napaisip.

 Sasama nga ba siya sa team building o hindi?

 Her gut tells her she should just stay at her apartment and finish her manuscript due for paperback. Her first novel to be printed.

 But her heart tells her to go.

 Hindi niya alam kung anong susundin. But the last time she followed her heart something unexpected happen.

 Maybe right now she should follow her guts. After all, it is 90% accurate.

 Well, she still has a few days to decide.

Promises are meant to be broken.

Iyan ang paniniwala ni Infinity. Simulat sapul kasi walang taong tumupad ng pangako sa kanya. Hanggang sa nasanay na rin siyang hindi na umasa, dahil sa huli ay hindi rin naman ito matutupad.
 
Until one man change her beliefs. Lahat nang sinabi at pinangako nito sa kanya ay tinupad nito. Now she begin to hope, to believe, to trust, and to love once again. Pero masyado ata siyang mahal ng tadhana.

But the man behind her smiles leaves her hanging. That turned her life to nothingness once again.

But the past keeps haunting her.

One day fate has a very unique plan. After 5 years he still has the same effect on her.

Pero nadurog ang puso niya sa sumunod na tinanong nito.

Mali palang panghawakan niya ang nakaraan, lalo na kung siya nalang ang nakakaalala at kumakapit dito.

The next day, Lu Jia'er got up very early in the morning and watched the sun rise together with Jin Xiangdong. It turned out that the sunrise on Phi Phi Island was not as beautiful as its sunset. However, any time was a wonderful time if you were spending it with a person you loved the most.
Over the next few days, Lu Jia'er and Jin Xiangdong, as well as their colleagues, tried every single marine activity on the island. It was an extremely pleasant trip!
In the blink of an eye, the five-day vacation ended. Everyone bid farewell to the vast blue sky, crystal clear ocean and silver sand reluctantly before they returned to their workplace.
During the holiday, Lu Jia'er met two of Professor Li's family members —Qiqi, who suffered from Asperger's disease and Guo Yan, who suffered from depression. Although Lu Jia'er did not help much, she could feel that Professor Li's family's knitted brows became smooth again after the trip.
It was particularly true for Guo Yan. After hearing Lu Jia'er, Professor Li had put in a lot of effort and actively talked to Guo Yan over the past few days. Although he could not instantly eliminate all the estrangements laid within Guo Yan's heart, it played a role.
After picking up the suitcases at the airport, Professor Li's family walked near Lu Jia'er.
"Qiqi, say goodbye to sister and uncles." Professor Li stroked Qiqi's head.
However, Li Zheng immediately corrected him. "Since you called her sister, you should call us brothers. Qiqi, say goodbye to brothers."
Qiqi did not respond, still lowered his head and played with the toy in his hands. Without Allen, Qiqi was immersed entirely in his own world.
Even if Qiqi had not responded, Professor Li's face was not as gloomy as he was before. This was because both Professor Li and his wife had learned the secret to communicate with Qiqi from Lu Jia'er. As long as they could improve Qiqi's training, both of them would surely have a place in Qiqi's world one day later.
"Professor Lu, we will give you a treat next time." Professor Li smiled as he said.
"That's great!" Lu Jia'er did not refuse this time and looked at Guo Yan. "Sister Guo, don't forget to contact the doctor I recommended to you by tomorrow, he will prescribe some medicines for you."
"Alright." Guo Yan nodded.
Even though Lu Jia'er gave Guo Yan another psychological consultation earlier. At Guo Yan's current stage, a supplemented medical treatment would definitely boost her recovery process.
Normally, Lu Jia'er did not offer psychological counseling, but Guo Yan was an exception. Since Lu Jia'er had gained her trust, Lu Jia'er would not simply pass her to another psychologist before her condition improved. Hence, Lu Jia'er could only continue counseling her.
"It's time for us to take our leave," Professor Li said.
Lu Jia'er merely nodded and watched Professor Li's family leaving.
"Jia'er, let's go." Su Han walked over.
"Let me send you." Standing to the side, both Jason and Jin Xiangdong said concurrently.
Lu Jia'er and Su Han exchanged gaze and in the end, they got into their own boyfriend's car. It was such a waste of fuel!
Besides the unresolved doubt, it was truly a fruitful trip for Lu Jia'er. The same went for Su Han. Jason had long been tantalized by Su Han during the past few days.
Love blossomed differently for each individual. It was perfectly fine so long as the process was filled with sweetness.
After getting into the car from the car park, Lu Jia'er sighed. "Su Han's love has actually blossomed at such a fast pace."
"When fate steps in, love blossoms as a matter of course." The corner of Jin Xiangdong's lips slightly lifted.
"How long did Jason's previous relationship last?" Lu Jia'er asked.
"Wasn't he the one who said that he had remained single for thirty years?" Jin Xiangdong told Lu Jia'er what Jason said in the game.
"You buy this, but not me." Lu Jia'er smiled.
"If I tell you that I remained single for thirty years, would you trust me?" Jin Xiangdong's slender fingers were controlling the steering wheel as he looked at Lu Jia'er.
"I trust you." Lu Jia'er nodded.
"Why?" Hearing her answer, Jin Xiangdong gave a faint smile.
"Because you hadn't met me." Lu Jia'er smiled as she answered.
Hearing this, Jin Xiangdong could not help himself as he reached out and stroked Lu Jia'er's head. 
Lu Jia'er met Su Han downstairs and they took their own suitcases into the elevator.
There were only two of them in the elevator. Lu Jia'er took a glance at Su Han and broke the silence. "Jason moved quite fast. Where is your reserved disposition?"
"Even if I have lost my reserved disposition, Jason is the one who courted me. Moreover, he is currently under a trial period." Su Han retorted.
"Trial period?" Lu Jia'er could not help but take her hat off to those romance novel writers. Su Han had so many fancy ideas when it came to love.
"What's wrong?" Su Han raised her brow.
"Whatever you say is alright." At this time, the door of the elevator opened and Lu Jia'er did not speak further.
Lu Jia'er thought that when she reached home, she would see Amy welcoming her. It turned out that nothing like that happened.
"Amy, we're back!" Su Han called out to Amy.
"Amy, are you angry with us that we left you alone at home? Come on, we bought you a gift!" As Lu Jia'er did not see Amy, she put down her suitcase and put on her slippers. 
Although Amy had just moved in not long ago, both Su Han and Lu Jia'er had treated it as if it was part of their family. When they left the house they had reminded it to stay obediently at home and that they would bring it a gift when they returned.
"Is Amy out of battery?" Not getting a response from Amy, Su Han tried to guess.
"That's possible." Lu Jia'er walked to the living room as she said.
However, after checking the living room, dining area, bedroom and kitchen, Amy was nowhere to be found..
"Amy is missing!" Su Han said anxiously.
"What had happened? Is Amy really lost? Did someone break in?" Lu Jia'er checked all over again. 
"Call the police!" Su Han flew into a great panic.
Lu Jia'er's gaze swept past the surroundings. Everything in the house was clean and neat. She reached out and touched the table and found it was dust free. In other words, Amy was still at home this morning.
"Did it go out on its own?" Lu Jia'er guessed.
"That's impossible, I have never taken Amy out before." Su Han shook her head. After all, the time she spent at home was far more than Lu Jia'er and naturally, she knew Amy better.
"Let me check with Ace whether Amy had a positioning system!" Lu Jia'er was still sensible and quickly took out her phone and gave Jin Xiangdong a call.
"Hurry up!" Su Han urged.
Lu Jia'er took a glimpse at Su Han, her eyes were reddened.
"Ace said that Amy has a positioning system. I am going to download the official software."After talking to Jin Xiangdong for a while, Lu Jia'er hung up the phone.
Just as Lu Jia'er was downloading the software, the door cracked open.
Slightly startled, both Lu Jia'er and Su Han looked at the door concurrently only to see Amy step into the house. Seeing the suitcases at the door, it blinked its eyes and raised its head. "Professor Lu! Su Han! You are back!"
Lu Jia'er and Su Han heaved a sigh of relief. They were almost frightened to death.
"Amy! Where have you been? You have frightened me to death!" Su Han rushed over.
"I was just playing downstairs." Amy blinked its eyes.
"Playing downstairs? Since when do you know how to get downstairs on your own?" Su Han lectured Amy as if a mother who had lost her child.
"I am not sure since when I knew it." Amy blinked its eyes again with an innocent look.
Seeing Amy's return, Lu Jia'er breathed a sigh of relief. After lecturing Amy for a while, Su Han brought it to the living room and took out a gift.
However, Lu Jia'er's heart was filled with mixed feelings. How could Amy get downstairs itself?
"How was the positioning?" Not long after, Jin Xiangdong called.
"Amy is back." Leaning back in the chair, Lu Jia'er said as she watched Su Han handed Amy a gift.
"What do you mean?" Jin Xiangdong was curious.
"Amy that said it was playing downstairs just now." Lu Jia'er told him the truth.
"It went downstairs? I am going to your house now. Wait for me." Jin Xiangdong was getting more and more curious.
"What's wrong?' Lu Jia'er was burning with curiosity.
"I need to check on Amy," Jin Xiangdong said.
Fifteen minutes later, Jin Xiangdong reached Lu Jia'er's apartment with a notebook in his hand.
He had always been carrying his notebook with him wherever he was, even if he was on a business trip.
Jin Xiangdong was sitting in the living room, his notebook was placed on the coffee table while Amy was turned off and connected to a data cable. There were numerous bits of data populated on the computer screen. Although Lu Jia'er did not understand it, she knew that that data was related to some programs.
"Is there anything wrong?" After the check was finished, Lu Jia'er asked when she noticed that Jin Xiangdong's face had changed.
"That's nothing. However, for safety purposes, I need to reinstall the programs in Amy." Jin Xiangdong regained his composure, his gaze moved away from the computer screen and fixed on Lu Jia'er. 
"Alright." Lu Jia'er nodded.
In fact, Amy should never leave the house on its own again. Su Han had nearly lost her mind and her eyes were reddened as if she lost her own child.
Although Lu Jia'er was not as nervous as Su Han, when she realized that Amy was missing, her heart skipped a beat.
Jin Xiangdong reinstalled Amy's programs skillfully. His face was indifferent but his heart was full of puzzles: 'Who changed Amy's system?'


This is a therapeutic romance novel that mixes psychology and science fiction.

Lu Jia'er is a professor in psychology who is able to read the minds of anyone in the world. One day, she meets a special man, a legendary genius in the IT world rumored to be ugly—Jin Xiangdong.

In fact, he's not ugly, and it's love at first sight for Lu Jia'er. This is compounded by the fact that she can't read his mind. To figure out what's so "special" about him, Lu Jia'er accepts his invitation to join an artificial intelligence research team. In her spare time, she would pursue him.

She: "Can I chase after you?"
He considers for a few seconds. "It wouldn't be easy!"
She: "That's what I call a challenge!"
He gives her a friendly reminder. "Time is precious. Don't waste it."

Turns out that he was right. Not only is he difficult to chase, but he is also mysterious.

When the secrets slowly unravel, what kind of ending could it be?

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